Chapter 292: Don’t give me the opportunity to be a good person (please subscribe!!)

When Hawke and Gwen entered the church, there were already many people sitting in the church.

and……

They are all well-known people.

Either they are famous federal business people, city councillors or state councillors in New York, and several senators from Washington.

Not far away.

Felicia, who was communicating with someone from Washington who had seen his back, saw Hawk and Gwen coming in, and waved her hand.

Gwen was slightly stunned and looked at Hawk: "Is she letting us go?"

Hawke looked at Felicia who seemed to be waving to him and nodded: "It seems."

Is Sefer so fast?

No.

Sever shouldn't be so stupid that he told others about what I am King.

besides……

When did Sever have been so short?

Hawke thought in his heart, and took Gwen to Felixia's side. After saying hello, he immediately saw the person who was talking to Felixia just now.

"Hawk, let me introduce it."

Felicia pointed at the politician from Washington in front of her and introduced to each other.

"Hauck, this is Frank, Francis Underwood, a member of Congress, and is our most powerful supporter in Osborne."

"Frank, this is Hawk, Hawk Dane, Mr. Dane's Silver City International is one of our shareholders in Osborne."

Francis Underwood?

Party Whip!

Hawk's heart moved, listened to the name, and then looked at the person in front of him, and then he immediately took the seat with a message.

"Hello, Mr. Parliament."

"Hello, Mr. Dane."

Hawke shook hands with the famous party whip in front of him, who was famous in Congress. Although he didn't quite understand why Felicia wanted to call him over, Hawke did not immediately ask.

However, after Mr. Whip, who had just talked to Felixia, shook hands with Hawke, he said a few words to Felixia and walked towards the seat.

Wait for the party whip to leave.

For the past few days, Felixia, who has been dealing with various affairs with a calm face, showed a sigh of relief in front of Hawke and Gwen.

Felicia then smiled apologetically at Hawke: "Sorry."

Hawke guessed something roughly.

Gwen didn't: "What's wrong?"

Felicia shook, thought for a while, smiled apologetically at Hawke again, and looked at Gwen: "Underwood is a dangerous person."

Gwen frowned.

Hawke said it was okay, and then took Gwen and walked towards the seats of the two, so as not to affect Felixia and Harry who were receiving the guests from behind.

Hawke and Gwen's seats are in the third row.

The position of the Party Whip is in the first row. After all, the Party Whip is very good-looking. If even he can't sit in the first row, then there will be no one in the first row.

Gwen was still thinking about what Felicia said just now and pulled Rahawk's sleeve.

Hawke looked at Gwen.

"What did it mean just now?"

"oh."

Hawke reacted to what Gwen was asking, leaned close to Gwen's ear, lowered his voice and said, "If you guessed correctly, you should have to ask for money."

Gwen's pupil earthquake.

Want money?

Here?

At Norman Osborne's funeral?

Is this reasonable?

Hawke looked at the expression on Gwen's face and smiled, not saying anything more.

It is obvious that in the eyes of this party whip, it is very appropriate to have money at this time.

Of course.

It's not the kind of blatant asking for money.

As we all know, the political and business circles of the federal government are closely linked, and they all belong to the kind of people, you have me, I have friends, and each other's achievements.

And it's blatant.

Washington needs the support of Wall Street, and Wall Street's development is also inseparable from Washington's policies.

The introduction that Filigia used just now has become very obvious.

This Mr. Whip is Osborne Industry's most powerful supporter in Washington.

And this year one or two is the year of election.

At this time, the purpose of this party whip appeared here, perhaps because he was a friend of Norman Osborne.

but……

Norman Osborne is dead.

So, this Mr. Whip may have come here for friendship, but there are not many reasons for this.

After all, the only people who can compete with Wall Street without any bottom line are Washington people.

Um.

All their surnames are Hua.

Gwen came to his senses and just as he was about to say something, he felt someone sitting down next to him.

Enjoy the eyes.

Gwen was slightly stunned.

"Ms. Pepper?"

“…Gwen.”

Pepper Pots, who represented Stark Industry, looked at Gwen who was talking to her, reacted in a second, and smiled slightly, "I haven't seen you for a long time, Gwen, are you confident of getting our scholarship this year?

”

Gwen smiled and said, "Of course."

Although countless companies in New York have scholarships, the only one with the highest amount and the least additional conditions is Stark Industry.

Pepper nodded and said, "That's great. If you were still you this year, I think you must be the front page of the New York Youth Daily this year again. However, if it was you, I have additional conditions."

Gwen blinked.

Pepper's lips raised his mouth and said, "At least you have received our scholarship for three years, but you haven't come to our company once. This is not appropriate. You can't come to Osborne Industrial for internship just because your boyfriend has Osborne shares.

Well, Stark Industry's biological laboratory is not worse than Osborne."

Gwen looked embarrassed.

Hawke, who was sitting aside, shook his head, looked at Pepper, and opened the topic: "I thought it would be that Mr. Iron Man this time."

Pepper shook his head: "Tony doesn't like to attend such occasions."

Since the funeral of Howard Stark and Maria Stark, Tony Stark not only won't pick up things handed over by others, but also, Tony will not go to any occasion that needs to attend the funeral.

Those who participated, basically, were represented by Pepper Pots at such occasions.

This time is naturally no exception.

Hawke nodded.

After a while, an archbishop in purple who flew over from the Vatican to preside over the ceremony walked onto the platform.

moment.

The sound of words in the church disappeared without a trace in an instant.

About an hour later, everyone began to leave the scene. According to the procedure, before everyone left the scene, they had to pass through Norman Osborn's coffin and finally take a look at the deceased Norman Osborne's.

but……
To be continued...